At Dog Haus Las Vegas
4480 Paradise Road, doghaus.com
I’ll have a hamburger, please. Do I want cheese? Sure. White American cheese? Yeah, fine, sounds good. To drink, I’ll — what’s that? Do I want a fried egg on my cheeseburger? Well, that’s a little, you know, over the top, but okay, I’ll bite. (Heh heh.) Do I want coleslaw on my fried-egg cheeseburger? Eh, I don’t think ... and what’s that? Fries — actually on the burger?! *Something clicks audibly in brain* Yes, okay, yes! And gimme that damn slaw, too! I want it all! *It arrives* MY GOD, LOOK AT THIS MUTANT ENORMITY! So, what do you call this big, beautiful, unholy monster? The Frieburger? Nice. Do I want a fork and knife? Yes, I do.
This burger freakshow peaks just this side of the pleasure-pain divide; it’s an epic grind for the not-faint-of-heart. Like this guy .